"Weren't you supposed to play freely?" Qiann Yan retorted, then lazily ignored it, and went to get water, shower, and sleep.
Meng Xiangxiang: "..."
Furious.
These city kids are just weird-tempered, they need to be properly reformed, she has to go find the director.
At night, Qiann Yan cultivated her Inner Strength for a while.
In the morning, she woke up just as the sky was getting bright, feeling refreshed. She opened the door and saw Jiaang Hengliang, the cameraman waiting outside, obviously afraid she'd slip away.
While Qiann Yan was washing up, Zhang Juying was making breakfast, casually saying to Qiann Yan, "Yanzi, go slaughter the pig grass."
Qiann Yan: "Let your man do it."
Zhang Juying, lifting the pot lid: "..."
"Why are you looking at me? You're filming this show, the production team paid you money, you're not losing out, there's no reason for me to help you with the work, right? Your daughter stays at my house, there's even an auntie who cooks specifically."
